Welcome to my presentation of photographs, poetry and short stories.
I was born in England, nineteen fifty one
And me and America’s Rock and Roll son,
Elvis and me, we celebrate
Every year, January eight.
He does not know, I’ll have to show him
This publication of my poem,
Next time we are out to lunch.
Now wait a minute, I have a hunch
You don’t believe my claim to fame.
You think all this is just a game.
He’s still alive and going strong
And I hope these poems last as long.
There just to read for satisfaction
And stir-up just a little reaction.
I try to produce artistic photographic images, pen thought provoking poetry and write interesting stories and articles.
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